(Aw, thank you)

(Alright)

(Thank you very much)

(Y'all know you'll be on the record tonight, don't you?)

(We didn't know that until we got here)

(Lemme get a little drink of juice here)

(That's boogie)
(That's boogie)
(Boogie keeps us together)
(Sometimes it keeps the zen together, too)

(Yeah, sometimes we do that, too)

(We're gonna do a little tune called "That's All Right Mama")

(Aw, that's alright, that's alright)
(We ain't played it yet, relax)

(We're gonna play right now)
(One, two, three)
Well now, that's all right, pretty baby
Child, that's all right for you
Well now, that's all right, pretty baby
That's all right, child, for you, low down
Well, you know, little mama, child, yes
Nothin' in the world I can't do for you

Aw, you got it now

Woman I've been lovin'
She's five feet four inches from the ground
The woman I've been lovin'
Five feet four inches, people, from the ground
Don't you know she's tailor-made, people, now
And she ain't no hand-me-down

I like to have my lovin', child, got to, got to have it all night
Got to have it all night, people, don't you know, all night long
Now, gotta have my lovin'
Gotta have it all night long
I got a sweet little angel, Lord
She never done me wrong

Talk to me, mother

Gotta get back home
Gotta see my little child someday
Gotta get back home
Gotta see my little child one day
He's a good little boy, people, Lord
Don't you know I miss him so
(I wanna hear you, Alan)
(I wanna hear a little, Alan)

(Aw, yeah)

(Aw, play it low down, man)

Said the sun's gonna shine
Lord, in my back door some sweet day
Said the sun is gonna shine
Lord, in my back door some sweet day
I know the big wind's gonna come up, honey child
Blow my blues away

That's all right, baby, that's all right for you
That's all right, little child, now you know I love you so
That's all right, baby, now tellin' you that's all right
I just want you
Well, you know, little mama
There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for you

(Alright)

(Thank you)
(Woo)
(Has the drag queen shown up yet?)
No
(No?)
(She went home? How'd ya like that?)

(She went home to boogaloo)

(I'm gonna put Alan on the, uh
On the Mississippi saxophone
Excuse me, l gotta set him up here, a minute here)

(Aw, man, Fleetwood Mac does that man?
They do it better than we do, Fleetwood Mac)

What about Genesis?
(Oh, yeah, you got any acid?)
Hey, no, but I got John Fain
(You got John Fain? Bring him up, brother)

(Uh, Al's amp is not working
That's why we're just standing up here
I could tell you jokes and stuff, I could do that)

(I could do my Jim Morrison imitation)

(I mean I got it all over that cat, look at this, man)

(I mean, why anybody would wanna monkey around with a bony little ass like that I'll never understand)

(You got the ham here, you understand?)

(What's goin' on back there, Woofman?)

(I let you get this handle bar working here)

(There it goes, man)